By: Ardis E. Parshall - January 26, 2016 Lost by Christie Lund Some of us walk solitary ways,In crowds we sense our own aloneness most;Despite the gaudy role each of us playsWe are but little children – frightened, lost. Some of us know hunger that beliesOur seeming satiation. And we standUncertainly, while something in us criesFor the surety of some forgotten hand. (1935) ...
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